[khg] number 42 or 9

oh hemingray
way are you so blue
do you miss your home
at the top
watching the trains go by
sunday drivers
and your first site of a plane

oh hemingray
why are you so blue
do you miss your job
from up high
running the lines day and night
holding the power
while overlooking the plains

oh hemingray
why are you so blue
and do you like the way
that everything turned out
as you get the respect
you always deserved

[khg] red and shiney

this aftertaste of death
burns in my mouth
the taste of cheap metal
lingers in my throat
but if you want
i can save some for you

this aftertaste of death
hanging in the air
toxic fumes of melting plastic
burning skin
a tension so thick
you eat it with every word

this aftertaste of death
floods the room
with a ringing to wake the dead
almost just enough
to make it all better
and worse at the same time